Candlelight Piercing the Fog

In that dark and long night, I slowly spread out a piece of yellowed paper and touched it with the tip of my pen, as if I was lighting a candle that was weak but enough to penetrate the fog in the secret room of an ancient castle. What I want to do is not only to write, but also to weave an intricate web. There are unknown secrets hidden in the web. Every wisp of ink is a temptation to lure you into the abyss. The story begins on a stormy night. On the edge of the town, a lonely old house was illuminated by thunder, but there was deathly silence inside. Only the whisper of the wind through the broken window lattice was like the sigh of a ghost. In this atmosphere of silence and uneasiness, a suspenseful picture about disappearance, lies and revenge quietly unfolds. The protagonist, a detective with deep eyes and low profile, steps into this cursed place. Every step seems to be stepping on the bones of the past, and the air is filled with the decay and unwillingness of old cases. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.